Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.